Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 94 The Demonic Cult Attacks

Yue Lingshan glared at her: "What? Did I say something wrong? Putting everything else aside, can you even beat me? If you can't even beat me, what kind of peerless martial arts are you practicing?"

Lin Pingzhi lowered his head, his face flushed, and remained silent.

Yue Lingshan looked at Zhao Yu triumphantly, raised her chin, and gave him a "See how amazing I am?" look.

Zhao Yu smiled and shook her head: "Not bad, you're already showing the demeanor of a senior sister."

Yue Lingshan blushed slightly, her imposing manner softening: "I was just teasing Xiao Linzi. Who told him to be so bad at martial arts and always disobedient? By the way, Brother Zhao, I heard from my senior brother that you killed Tian Boguang? Is that true?"

"Mm." Zhao Yu nodded.

"That's amazing!"

Yue Lingshan's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Tian Boguang's lightness skill is amazing! Even my father said that you could beat him, but you might not be able to kill him. How did you do it?"

"You killed Tian Boguang?"

A surprised voice suddenly came. Tian Song Dao Ren had finished talking with Yue Buqun at some point and was just hearing Yue Ling Shan's words.

Zhao Yu glanced at him but did not answer.

Yue Buqun quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "This is absolutely true. The execution of that villain Tian Boguang was witnessed by my own disciple Linghu Chong, and it was Zhao Shaoxia who killed him."

"That's why I brought my daughter here today to express my gratitude, but I didn't expect to run into you, fellow Daoist. Young Hero Zhao's ability to kill that flower thief Tian Boguang is enough to show that he is an upright person and definitely not an evil one."

Daoist Tiansong looked at Zhao Yu with a very complicated expression.

He knew about Tian Boguang's martial arts and agility; even he himself wasn't confident he could defeat Tian Boguang.

The young man before me was actually able to kill Tian Boguang; his martial arts skills are truly unfathomable.

Tiansong hesitated for a moment, then finally clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Yu: "Young Master Zhao, I was rash today, and I apologize to you. However, you should be more careful in your future actions; youthful impetuosity can easily lead to trouble."

"If young people aren't spirited, what kind of young people are they?" Zhao Yu sneered. "Do you expect me to be old and frail before I become spirited? If you want to teach me a lesson, age alone won't do you any good; you need real skills."

"you!"

Daoist Tiansong was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at Zhao Yu, speechless for a long time.

In the end, he glanced at Yue Buqun, then at Zhao Yu who looked indifferent, and held back.

Tiansong snorted coldly and took his leave: "Sect Leader Yue, I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

After saying this, he took his apprentice Chi Baicheng and left Huiyan Tower without looking back.

Watching Daoist Tiansong leave, Yue Buqun shook his head with a wry smile: "Young Hero Zhao, you're being too sharp. Daoist Tiansong is, after all, a senior of the Taishan Sect and has a good reputation in the martial arts world. You should at least give him some face."

Zhao Yu waved his hand upon hearing this: "Respect isn't given by others, it's earned. I don't know him, and I'm not from your Five Mountains Sword Sect. What gives him the right to boss me around? Just because he's older?"

Yue Buqun was speechless, and could only smile helplessly.

He said solemnly, "No matter what, I still want to thank Young Hero Zhao for saving my unworthy disciple's life."

Zhao Yu looked at him with a half-smile and slowly said, "Just thanking you?"

When Yue Buqun met Zhao Yu's eyes, he felt as if the other's gaze could see right through him, and his expression froze.

He forced a smile and said, "That's true. After we parted in Fuzhou, I never expected that we would meet again here in Hengshan. It really is fate."

"That's enough."

Zhao Yu turned his head away, no longer looking at him: "I don't care what you're plotting, but I still stand by what I said before. If you agree, I might lend you that sword manual."

Yue Buqun's eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing became rapid.

It's not easy to make him lose face and bow down to a junior like Zhao Yu.

Yue Lingshan gave Zhao Yu a reproachful look: "Brother Zhao, how can you talk to my father like that?"

Zhao Yu shrugged, and was about to speak when a familiar voice suddenly came from the stairwell.

"Young master, you really are here."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yilin and Master Dingyi from the Hengshan Sect walking up to the second floor.

Upon seeing Zhao Yu, Yi Lin's eyes lit up, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

Master Dingyi was dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a dignified face and sharp eyes.

She first bowed to Yue Buqun with her hands clasped together, saying, "Sect Leader Yue."

"Master Dingyi," Yue Buqun returned the greeting.

Master Dingyi nodded, then looked at Zhao Yu, her tone softening considerably: "Young Master Zhao, thank you for saving my disciple Yilin's life. On behalf of the Hengshan Sect, I thank you for your help."

"You're too kind, nun. It was nothing at all."

Yilin stepped forward, took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, and handed it to Zhao Yu with both hands: "Young master, this is our Hengshan Sect's secret medicine, White Cloud Bear Bile Pill. It has miraculous effects in treating external injuries. Consider it a token of our gratitude."

Zhao Yu glanced at the porcelain bottle in her hand, his eyes flickering.

The White Cloud Bear Bile Pill is a treasure of the Hengshan Sect, with excellent healing effects, and is extremely rare and valuable in the martial arts world.

He wanted to refuse, but he still reached out and took the porcelain bottle.

When traveling the world, it's always a good idea to carry some good medicine with you.

Zhao Yu nodded in thanks: "Thank you very much, Master Yilin."

Seeing that he had accepted the medicine, Yilin smiled happily: "No need to thank me, as long as you are safe and sound, young master."

Yue Lingshan stood aside, watching this scene, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Looking at Yilin's beautiful and refined face, and then at the porcelain vase in Zhao Yu's hand, she felt a strange sense of unease rising in her heart.

She bit her lip, just about to say that she also had good medicine to give to Zhao Yu, when suddenly a series of hurried footsteps came from downstairs.

Mi Weiyi, accompanied by several Hengshan Sect disciples, strode up.

His expression was serious as he clasped his hands in greeting to Yue Buqun and Abbess Dingyi: "Sect Leader Yue, Abbess Dingyi."

"Nephew Mi, what's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Yue Buqun asked.

Mi Weiyi said in a deep voice, "Reporting to the two seniors, the disciples of our sect have just learned that the Demonic Sect is making unusual moves again, and a large number of people are heading towards Hengshan."

"What?" Yue Buqun and Abbess Dingyi's expressions changed simultaneously.

Abbess Dingyi asked sternly, "The Demonic Sect is coming to Hengshan? Is the news reliable? How many of them are coming?"

"The information is absolutely reliable." Mi Weiyi nodded. "According to intelligence, there are at least several hundred people. Judging from their appearance, they are not friendly."

Zhao Yu paused, his hand holding the teacup, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The fact that the Sun Moon Cult would launch a large-scale attack on Hengshan at this time is completely different from the original plot. Perhaps it has something to do with me.

Yue Buqun and Abbess Dingyi looked grave. They immediately pulled Mi Weiyi aside and began to discuss in hushed tones. Everyone was in a bit of a panic, and for a moment no one paid any attention to Zhao Yu.

No one noticed that a girl of about thirteen or fourteen had walked up to Zhao Yu's side at some point.

"Hey, come with me, someone wants to see you." The little girl looked up, quite rudely.

Zhao Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the little girl was wearing a green dress, had two pigtails, and was very cute with her delicate features.

But his eyes held a cunning and arrogance beyond his years.

Zhao Yu initially intended to dismiss her casually, but the girl's next words made him change his mind.

The young girl crossed her arms and said in a condescending tone, "Don't take this lightly. The Five Mountains Sword Sect can't protect you at all. The main force of the Divine Sect will be here soon, and by then, it will be too late for you to regret it."

Zhao Yu's mind raced: "Are you a member of the Sun Moon Cult?"